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Saturday, December 23rd, 2006

9:20 pm

I guess I'll do the inevitable year in review later in the week. I feel like I should be out helping people and making their christmas special, instead of sitting around the house doing nothing. For the first time in a while I feel fairly free. You don't ever know what it's like unless you have experienced it for yourself. I've been in a really weird relationship for a very very long time now and for me that relationship was he norm, but now I feel like I'm really single. For so long I was single with someone else on the side that I could go back to whenever and eventually had to go back to. Now, however, I don't have to go back. This is good for me.

As I was typing I realized that nobody probably cares about anything I just said, but I don't care. This is a blog and I'm just talking and I don't really care about your opinions.

One interesting thing that has happened to me is that I really experienced the power of the christmas season. You know, that thing that you see happen on television when everyone comes together for a short period of time. The last few days of school have felt very 25 days of christmasy. My vocal ensemble class has been very close ever since the holiday chorus concert. People that I really loathed have actually seemed pretty bearable. It's kind of creepy. The icing on the cake was when we played never have I ever, which, in a nutshell, is a game that can expose all of the sexually promiscuous dirt that everyone has. Strangly enough, we felt closer to each other. When I say that I mean, you would usually think that people are sluts and hos if you found out through any other venue. We also had a christmas party that was pretty amazing. We ate, sat around and sang, and shared wet party stories (their stories are hilarious). Caroling is a lot of fun. If you haven't done it befor e then you should. It makes you feel. . . happy.

In other news I can't find my microphone so that I can record some renditions of christmas songs. That makes me very upset.

This whole commercialized gift giving thing is really annoying. If I tell someone to not give me a gift, then I expect a void that doesn't need to be filled. I can't understand why people would conform to this catch 22 ritual. The gifts that are given have to be of close to the same value, in sentiment or in price, or else one of the gift givers will feel slighted. There is a lot more to this holiday rant but I choose to spare the people of Livejournal.

I just found my microphone, so I guess this is the end of my holiday livejournal post. Merry Christmas.

Well, Let's see. I just got back from an awesome football game, featuring Ragsdale and Southeast Guilford High. We, Southeast, won. That wasn't the awesome part though. The game, as it's own entity was boring because we beat them by more than 30 points. However, I have never seen in all of my time around these group of people school spirit. Tonight was the first game that we as a student body have ever had a tailgating party. I feel like Southeast is beginning to find a sense of prode that has long been stagnant by apathy. It make me proud to be a falcon.

I believe that I have now chosen my college. Though I have yet to get a reply I am pretty sure I will get in. I'm really happy about my decision, but am choosing not to tell any one accept for my imiediate family, until closer to the end of the year. I'm really glad to be a senior, but it seems as though my mother is finding more reasons to yell at me as I get closer to leaving this house. I got yelld at today because I didn't think ahead and ask to go get a 8mm camcorder tape for my video camera. I ask my dad to get the device for me to take to the game. He complies, but then realizes that there are no more 8mm tapes available in the house. He tells me that I can take it, except I would have to go out and buy a blank tape before the game. Keep in mind that my mother is yet to be involved in this. Then my mother proceeds to make a big deal out of the fact that I don't have a tape and would have to drive and buy one for myself (God forbid). I'm thinking to myself, "Why is my mom making a big deal about this. I have driven before and it really doesn't take that long to go and pick one up from Wal-mart". So then she begins to yell about me being irresponsible, which is really annoying. What keeps me going on is the inevitable count down to move-out day.

I think that I'm at a crossroads in my life. Crossroads isn't just a place where there is a changing of the gaurd in the sense that I'm entering a new phase or level of maturity. A crossroads is simply a place where people on different paths meet for a brief period of time. I think that there are some people in my life now that a here for a certain time and purpose. And when that time is over, those people will leave my life. You can't take those people lightly, because many times they are there for a certain reason, or to teach you a certain lesson. When someone departs from a crossroads, they usually leave with more than what they had before. Most people get really attached to others, when in fact they were only meant to stay for a season. Sometimes at crossroads you realize that the people traveling with you have taken a detour in search of something very different. I'm beggining to realize that people who I thought weren't traveling with me have been there all along and I've just been stuck on the feebleness of others. It can be funny sometimes, because I look at some people and the impact that they have on me and say to myself, where have you been all my life. However, I know the answer to that question. Right here.

This post was mainly to get some stuff off of my chest, hence the constant fluxuation of third and first person. Yet and still, I hope that, if you by chance read this, you come to realize the type of people in your life at different times. It will help to relieve yourself of the stress that comes from losing people.

collection of thoughts The last week or so of school was weird. I had been waiting twelve years for that moment when I was to officially become a senior, but the week that the seniors left felt downright weird. I started to realize that as soon as the seniors left I missed them. Not only that, but I started thinking about the Seniors at weaver that I will never see again. I started thinking that I wish I could have seen them all once more before they left. I guess that actually miss getting picked on about being an underclassman. It put me in a position where you have to fight for respect. You know. It's like knowing how everybody feels about freshmen and you're one of them, but you don't think you're immature. So you try to fit in by not being one of those annoying freshmen. Now that I've reached the arc of the covenant (senior year) I realize that most of my friends aren't around. Most of my friends at Southeast were seniors and a good majority of the rest go to Weaver. Now I top dog and now I don't know what to do next. I figure being vice president of my senior class I could run the school as a puppet regime and implement my own agenda to make the school like I want it. Me being this nostalgic makes me wonder. Will I cry when I graduate and leave all this behind me?

Now that that's over:

I'm need a girlfriend so if any girl is looking for a boyfriend or if you know someone who is lookin for one I am pleased to inform everyone that I am now accepting resumes and applications.

I got to Deejay my first party not too long ago and it was sweet. I played a lot of old stuff though because of the crowd; a lot of funk and R&B.

I posted acollection of prom pictures on the myspace Weaver board so hit up koley's page to get him to approve them so everyone can see them.

If you haven't yet got check out some of my music at www.myspace.com/livin4. I'm working on some stuff right now that I know you all will love. stay tuned.

what it is yo I haven't posted in a while, so I have some stuff to talk about. High school relationships annoy me. The way people clog up the halls cuddling with their significant others humors me and agrravates me. I don;t want a girlfriend as much as I want a compainion. Girlfriends of today are there for social reasons. They are there to inform everyone that you are taken. They are the ones that you do the cheesy stuff with and for. You rarley impose on them the disturbances of your life, you just want to cuddle and kiss your problems away. On the other hand, compainions can also be girlfriend or boyfriend (ladies). You are with them because of what they can give you on a mental basis adds to their overall attractiveness. Wether or not people see you at school cuddling doesn't matter because once the work is done you each can't wait to see the other. Girlfrends that double as companions last because they aren't caught up in the hype of you're cute, I'm cute, you're nice to me, let's date. Allow me to drop some much needed knowledge on you all about high school girlfiends and boyfriends: 9 times out of ten you will not get married, 9 times out of ten you love them and are not in love with them. Please stop blocking the halls. People like me are trying to get to class and I don't want to be the mean black guy, so move. If you can't tell by now, my love life is in a stalemate right now, but I'm okay with it. I like being single, for now. If a companion comes then she comes, but for now I'm taking in all I can from observations.

In other news I have been selected to be apart of the 2006- 2007 honors advanced drama troupe at southeast Guilford High school. Advanced drama at Southeast probably isn't that great of an accomplishment, (and i might not add up to much in comparison with my beaver counterparts or cosmos or whatever you call yourselves) but I have to find some way to keep my creative mind at work.

Keep me posted about that play that is coming up, and who will bw in it.

1) trying to beat other myspace users in the quest for friends2) changing your background as often as you take a shower3) everytime someone calls you and asks "what are you doing" your response is "on the computer"4) you say that you aren't addicted and the question reminds you that you have to check your friends list5) every time someone threatens you with a bulliten you take it seriously6) you threaten someone by saying you will remove them from your top eight if they don't...7) you neglect other online journals for myspace8) your name shows up the most on somebody elses comment page9) you have met the five girlfriends that you have had on myspace

10) there is an answer MAA (myspace addicts anonymous)

Use myspace in moderation, or you will become one of them.

P.S.: Amanda Lake guess who I found on myspace and is my friend. Relwan Onikoiy (something like that) your nigerian man.

I'm still laughing!!! Ladies and Gentlemen if you did not see The Island, well... ya missed it. The show was incredibly funny. Kudos to Brynn, Cameron, Allie, Rebecca, Chantal, Mikey, Brian, Ryan, Amanda, Rocky, Daniel, the tall freshman, and everyone else that I can't think of right now because it is very late. I love you guys. I wish you all would have been able to say masturbate. That line would have been halarious. However the thought of such a line was still funny.

I'm in a good mood right now because of the endless stream of christmas music at yahoomusic.com(Natalie Cole is now on with a medley of different x-mas songs).

I had a great time seeing everyone again. I just wish I could have seen everyone at the same time. Emily, your new found hatred for the things of this world had me laughing even after I left. Katie, you are still you, but that is why I love you. By the way, nice shoes. I forgot to mention that to you. Brynn, I just want to wish you and Mr. Foust good luck. You two are good peoples. I have to come around more often now.

I feel tired, but good. Today I presented my film project and it went pretty well. The drama teacher was off a little. She said that she was really impressed with the people that did their project without editing equipment, which was everyone except me, because it would have been harder. I just thought that that statement was a little unfair considering that she says she has never edited film before. If only she knew. Everyone that didn't use editing programs took one day to do them, and they are mostly freshmen without three AP classes. However, I took a whole day to film, with people over my house from 10 am to 5:30 pm. Then I stayed up to around 2am on Sunday to edit my film as well as my friend's. So I am very tired, but happy because I got to do the film that I originally wrote for in the beginning. As many of you all may know, I am a freshman hater with passion, but their films were awesome. This one kid did a documentary on the trials of teens, as far as those who have low selfesteem to the point of suicide, but overcame those trials. All of his examples were true and his film was amazing. There is still some hope for the future.

Quote of the day:-"the civil war was made possible by grants provided by General Motors"-That was the beinning of a film in APUS.That will be my only posted quote. I just thought that was really random and funny because of the wording.

What day will the most people be going to Island so I can see them? How much is it? What time is it?

In the time span of an hour I have introduced myself to and surpassed stressed. I have thought about going to the house of upset, but instead I cruised right passed it. I looked into starting a relationship with angry, but that just didn't work out. I even thought about taking a run at mad. I went by the house of pissed, but he said I was much too much. After talking things over with livid, I decided that it would only work out if I combined him and all his friends.

THE STRESSES OF LIFE ARE MAKING ME ANGRILY UPSET TO THE POINT THAT I SMELL MADLY LIVID, BUT ALL IN ALL THEY LEAD ME TO BEING JUST DOWN RIGHT PISSED OFF!!!!!!!!!!

This film project is not working out. To make a long story short, I have to change my whole script, which would have been a good movie, into an adaptation of the reality show "Made". This goes against all my beliefs about reality shows, but when things have gone the way they have gone for me in an hour's worth of time, you do what you have to do in order to turn in a half ass project (I told myself I wouldn't curse). I will do the best htat I can to make it good, but it will not be the same because it is not the movie that SHOULD have been done.

WOW I love you guys, but at the same time I hate you. You all made me cry a little. I had a five minute flashback of everything that happened last year. If only we could relive those happy days. From the WAPOs to the prom that I didn't go to, from French class to Forum, I will never forget. Stop posting things like that, I don't want to cry. I have to be a MAN!!! The next Weaver dance will hold precedence in my date book, whenever that is. Now, on with the post.

This weekend has been an interesting one. Friday night there was an awards ceremony for the state competitions for acting. I was going to meet some friends there, but I couldn't get a ride over there at 9:30. Lo and behold, Will Ferrell made a surprise visit and presented the acting awards. This made me both astonished and pissed at the same time, because the only thing that was keeping me from going was that God forsaken driver's lisence that won't let me drive after nine, but I'm not spiteful.

Saturday was fairly normal, except for that night at the Southeast masquerade ball. At the beginning, the Drama teacher was operating the music, because nobody had sense enough to hire a DeeJay. There were like two minutes of dead space in between the songs because she was changing CDs. The sound system wasn't a crappy CD player, but it wasn't adequate enough to conduct a party. The teacher's inability to DeeJay didn't help either. So a friend and I decide to raid the "sound" table and pick the songs. My friend eventually left and I stayed under the DeeJay name El Negro Noches. After I took over the party was crazy. We played everything from Evanessance to Carlos Santana to unedited 50 cent. We even played showtunes, which was okay, because the drama department was hosting it. I advise you all to stop every once and awhile and look at the stars at night. That was the first time in a long time for me. They are amazing. I saw them through my friend's sun roof. WOW!! Too bad I was riding home with a guy. The Southeast spring musical was announced that night as well. Are you ready K-T?(drumroll) West Side Story!!! Hopefully I will get a part in it, in the mean time I will keep you all up to date.

All day after church I worked on the script for my first motion picture directing and acting debut. It is for a film project in Drama, and it is coming along. The genre is mystery, and the time period is old time New York, when jazz was really prominent. This is the fifth project that I have done on film, and the first actual 5-10 minute movie, so I'm excited.

Hello Everyone. I am thouroughly elated that midterms are finally over and that I totally raped them. Boo Yaah!!!!! I hope everything is going well with you all. A lot has happened since my last post. First of all Southeast had an awesome homecoming week.

First day was class colors, juniors were green. Tuesday was Mardi Gras, which was honestly jipped because I flashed my bosoms to a number of people and still didn't get any beads. I was the flyest guy in school, wednsday, on Kentucky Durby day. This is where everyone gets really dressed up. Thursday was celebrity day where I came as Rudy from Fat Albert and the Cosby kids. Of course I had the rest of my gang for effect. And friday was not only game day, but also school colors day. This week was actually a long time before my last post, I just thought I should share it with you. WE WON!!!

Next big thing would probably be the drama competition in Wake Forest with the southeast honors drama troop. I made a lot of friends and witnessed many awesome actors at work. As a school that does not focus that highly on drama, we did pretty well, but not well enough to go to state. When I'm actually on the troop next year I hopefully will be able to win some type of acting award. I really wish that the Weaver drama kids were there. Our drama department is just so unprofessional. I did tech work for a recent play and everything was totally unorganized. The day before the actual performance was dress rehearsal and the actors only stayed after until 5:00 and they needed to practice. I was just appalled because if I remember correctly, the Forum cast did not leave the school until around 9:00. I remember because the Carolina championship game was on and I was missing it. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made. They left their costumes everywhere and wondered why they didn't have their stuff. Things like the lack of professionalism and dedication make me want to come back to Weaver sooooooo much. But, you do what you have to do and make the most of it.

On the upside I found it funny that I have about three girls sweating me that are in the honors troop. According to reliable sources it was because I was one of the first people that actually listens when they talk. Also, I don't think it help that at all that their first kiss was with me in a round of truth or dare. I have never had this much attention from girls towards me at one time, so it feels a little exciting. They aren't too hard on the eyes either.

Lastly, I have my debut as an actor at Southeast tommorrow night at my first peice meal. I am in a short comedic skit called Drugs are Bad. It is about two parents that are trying to prevent their son from doing bad things and making bad choices by using reverse scicology. I'm playing the dad, and it is pretty funny. I don't have to go off very much to make it funny, because the script has good funny writing in it. I will also be participating in a choreographed step routine that I helped to come up with, a swing dance routine, and another short class wide production called My Parents Always Say.

(this was just emailed to me through a series of forwards and I thought it was pretty interesting because I have heard of a guy acutally using an edited version f those lines to get a girl to like him. Of couse you don't need to send this to any one, unless you are really lonely and you want your true love to like you.)

A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty,

He said...no.

She asked him if he would want to be with her forever....and he said no.

She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied with a no.

She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said....

You're not pretty you're beautiful.

I don't want to be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever.

And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die...

SO NOW I WILL SAY:

I like you because of who you are to me....A true friend

and if I don't get this back I'll take the hint.

Tonight at midnight your true love will realize they like you.

Something good will happen to you at 1:00-4:00 PM tomorrow.

It could be anywhere -- AOL, Yahoo, outside of school, anywhere.

Get ready for the biggest shock of your life.

Please send to 15 people in 15 minutes.

Remember:

"A good friend will come bail you out of jail....

But a true friend will be sitting next to you saying ...

WE screwed up! "

Proud to be your Friend!

Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence, and don't skip ahead.

I've learned....That life is like a roll of toilet paper.

The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.

I've learned....That we should be glad God doesn't give us

everything we ask for.

I've learned....That money doesn't buy class.

I've learned....That it's those small daily happenings

that make life so spectacular.

I've learned...That under everyone's hard shell

is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.

I've learned....That the Lord didn't do it all in one day.

What makes me think I can?

I've learned....That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.

I've learned.

I've learned....That the less time I have to work,

the more things I get done.

To all of you ... Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.

A random post Yes, happy birthday to everyone, and many more!!!!
Meg I just wanted you to know that I honestly love you. All last night, I was reading your past posts from 2004 and on to the present and I got such a kick out of all the quotes even if I wasn't there to actually witness them. I was honestly laughing hard, because it took me through a time machine. I said so many stupid things back then, but they were funny especially the Matt impersonation. Mrs. Shicker and Tara are quoting geniuses. You and Ryan aren't to bad yourselves. But the Jew and the conversation about star wars, was gooooold.
And another thing I love the way many of you all use the term weaverites. It makes y'all sound like a biblical tribe:
"And the Lord saieth unto the prophet Isaiah (words in red) go unto the land of the weaverites and leadeth my people into the land I have set for them. The land flowing with rock and hippies."
From the book of: Noches,6:21-22

Its interesting the way that you begin to see people after you "see" them. Being involved in this live journal stuff has been making me think. I've come to the realization that live journal is the closet that I will ever be able to come to peering into the minds of my peers. After reading many of the past journals that you all have constructed, I think that I know many of you all better as people and not just as former classmates. I think that many of you are very multidimentional. And it is not that you weren't before, but that I never got a chance to see you. Many people think that because we are artistic we have a tendency to show emotions easily, but I believe the contrary. I think that as a people we tend to stay in performace mode. And in that state of mind we have to mask everything(our hatred, our fatigue, our fears, and our tears).

Or, could it be that many times we do exert our feelings, and people just don't pick it up? Could it be that when we do a self written monologue, have a jam session, write a song, paint a picture, or play an instrument, that we are really telling a story?

I think that many times we descreetly show the way that feel in order to vent and hide, hide from the criticism of others. Because, who knows what would happen if people saw us. So the question of the day is... What would you think if you saw someone?